Never Lets Me Down

My constance, sadness, remain true, without recession.
I am absorbed and surrendering in you, who never lets me down.


I was telling a friend of mine my current acknowledgment of the understanding that the emotion of sadness seems to me more a consistent and timeless emotion than love. And that this did not make me ,well, sad or depressed like he instintively thought it would/should? Sure sadness gets a bad rap, everybody's trying to beat it like a fat kid in elementary school, but when looked at from a place of confirmation that it exists and is a part of you, rearing its sensations from inside, then I find that comforting.
Even in love, when everything is blissful and nothing can touch you, inevitably you will feel sour from this very person who has given so much love. At a funeral you are very well reminded of sadness and it's actually this sadness that I most identify true living with. This acknowledgment of our passing, our identifying with our mortality and relatively short existence in these bodies. The realization that we are built to die can be a fulfilling one by wanting to utilize your time most creatively, effectively, productively...but in society it has been locked up and never talked about.
I have felt most alive at funeral's, in sad movies, or when I'm so humbled I tear. It is a constant friend she and I. Wearing a black blue cloak.